Week 11, or A Week of Wardrobe Malfunctions

This is another one of those weeks that seemed to fly by. Sometimes a week feels like it takes a week, and other times it seems like it was over before I noticed it. Here are some of the adventures from this last week...writing them out, I realized that a lot of them involved clothing. (Or lack thereof...)

When I accidentally kicked Tanner in the crotch. Oh I felt horrible. I was sitting in the rocking chair in one of the stalls, behind a curtain. I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny if I grabbed someone's legs with my legs from behind this curtain? I'll have to be careful I don't hit them in the crotch..." The next time someone in costume walked by, I acted out my plan, and then discovered Tanner crumpled on the ground. Friend of the Year Award, right here.

When Camilla ran offstage during the mob song and her skirt fell right off. I didn't actually see this, but it happened.

Bottle-dance in the girls' dressing room after "Fiddler." And that's all I'm going to say about that.

John messing up his lines. He's supposed to say, "You can have a good conversation with him if you're talking about kidneys and livers." But one night he said, "You can have a good conversation with him if you're talking about kidneys and...BEANS!"

Handicapped "Tradition" hands. I've done this at least 3 times this summer, and I wish I could demonstrate it because I'm not sure if I can describe this properly in words. Wait. I'll use pictures. So, at the end of "Tradition" in Fiddler on the Roof, I'm standing centerstage, right in front of row 1, and my arms are supposed to look like this:

But every now and then, my brain goes, "No! Only 1 arm should be up like it is earlier in the number! No, wait! I changed my mind!" And my arms end up doing something halfway in between, like this:

And it's awkward.

Walking out to the theatre where Mason was vacuuming and hearing him giggle, then looking up and discovering he was arranging his own hair by pulling it in one direction or another with the vacuum hose.

Watching fireworks from the roof of the Playmill on the 4th of July. I read the beginning and the end of the Declaration of Independence aloud, skipping all the crimes of the king, because every single year, I read the Declaration of Independence aloud, and every single year, people are NOT into it, but I will read it anyway until the day I die.

Big Sky adventures with Jerry, Syd, and Jacob S. We originally went in search of the Bluebird Cafe, a place where Jacob ate breakfast in 2010, but which had since gone out of business. So we explored the Big Sky lodge and ate at a place called The Bugaboo Cafe, which was also good. And we found some hats in a gift shop:

(And let's take a moment to acknowledge that Jacob S's face is the best part of this picture.)

Shirtless Joe Galati adventures:
1. Between the matinee and evening shows of Beauty and the Beast on Saturday, the Merrills got us pizza. Joe Galati was in his white prince shirt costume, and asked if he should take it off. We said yes, and a few minutes later noticed that Joe was sitting in the seats, eating pizza, shirtless. When we told him to take off his shirt, we imagined he'd put a different one ON.
2. After the shows on Saturday, I went into the cleaning closet to look for a vacuum part, but a few seconds later, heard someone giggling. I looked up and saw Joe standing about 6 inches away from me, shirtless, holding one of his costumes in front of him. I started laughing, and that's how Justin D found us when HE came into the cleaning closet. AWKWARD.

When Taylor lost her plate costume. Her 8-foot tall, impossible to store (or lose) plate costume. (It was later found behind some flats backstage.)

When Hannah's skirt fell off during the finale. Her giant hoop skirt that goes under the iconic yellow Belle dress. She ran offstage, holding it up with her hands and whisper-yelling "Help me! HELP ME!" before realizing that EVERYONE was onstage. Luckily, Nicole realized what was going on, ran backstage and helped her.

When Amanda did part of "Be Our Guest" with the back of her dress completely unzipped. She unzipped it to check her mic, but couldn't get it zipped back up before needing to be onstage. Her wardrobe and her wig mostly covered her up, but it was still a little crazy until we could fix it.

When I sang "Human Again" like a drunk Ethel Merman to a patron on accident. While I burst through the curtains. I was 100 percent certain there were no more patrons in the theatre.

Rexburg weekend, including Joe Galati stealing Cam's Peach-O's in the Winco parking lot and running like, 2 miles away with them. We chased him around for a good 10 minutes, and finally, between 1 car, 3 people on foot, and a friendly Mexican man who watched the whole thing and gave us directions as to where Joe went, we tackled him.

And finally, I became an aunt this week! For the first time! Rather unexpectedly...Jacob's twin sister Adele was pregnant and due around the beginning of September. On the 4th of July, she began having labor pains and when they went to the hospital, discovered that she was dilated to a 7 and that baby was on his way. Adele was just shy of 31 weeks, so the family kind of white-knuckled our way through the birth. But Benjamin Holmes Johnson was born at 4 lbs, 16 inches long, and cried right away, despite his little lungs not having enough time to finish developing. He's in the NICU in Idaho Falls for the next couple of weeks, and he's getting stronger every day. He can only be held by his mom and dad, and only for an hour and a half per day, so we didn't get to hold him. But we visited him in his little blue "baby oven" at the hospital this weekend and cheered him on as he grew. If you'd like, send prayers and positive energy in Baby Ben's direction. It's miraculous...maybe as few as fifty years ago, he might not have made it. But with today's medicine, he'll be just fine.

And finally, finally, here are two pictures of the sky from this week. The first is from West Yellowstone, the second from Rexburg. As much as I occasionally resent living in southeast Idaho, it sure can be pretty.